(Editor's Note: It felt a bit cathartic writing about such a topic. I know my friends enjoy reading these kinds of topics. I can only hope you all have a hearty laugh cause I did! Hey, I entertain myself!)

Last night at the Thursday night small group, we started the first week of discussion on John Ortberg's book If You Want To Walk On Water, You've Got to Get Out of the Boat. In short, the first chapter is about taking risks and introducing us to the concept of failure. The scripture revolved around Matthew 14:22-36; the story of Jesus walking on water.

One of the questions that came up in the discussion book was something along the lines of "is there a failure that haunts you?".

The first thing that came to my mind was relationships with girls. But I should add that they DON'T haunt me. I laugh at myself anytime I reminisce. Let me elaborate.

In a sense, I guess they can all be construed as failures. But as the book described, failure is more of a perception to an event and for that reason, I don't consider them failures. You see, they were all opportunities for me to find someone even more compatible! Aha! *cue laugh track* Well, to be honest and strangely enough, in a majority of the cases, the feeling of attraction was mutual on both ends. It's just for whatever reason, they never worked out. I'm perpetually a victim of circumstances. But I'm not bitter or angry at all. Like I said, whenever I look back at any of those situations, I laugh at myself. I feel as though I have a starring role in God's sitcom. Maybe everyone's in on the joke but me, as I'm always the last to find out.

It's ironic though. During my years at university, for some reason my friend's would think that I'm some sort of ladies man, when in reality, it was the exact opposite. Perhaps it was because I had a fair number of friends who were girls, but other than that, I dunno.

Anyhow, all those situations have helped shape me over the past few years too. Nowadays, I'm a bit more guarded when it comes to anything even remotely like a girl situation. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, I guess we'll find out if when I'm 40, I'm still a bachelor. If anything, it's helped me to think with my head instead of with my "head".

Anyhow, I swear one day I'm going to write my memoirs and I'm going to title it: The Female Body and What I Think It Might Look Like.